Don’t. Just don’t. **** (Via Lauren, who, I have to admit, can drink like a fucking sailor)
January 14, 2006
January 14, 2006
Nothing says NFL Playoffs quite like “academically trivializing the largely symbolic emblems of Jungian grid-iron gladiator blood sport”
From the Washington Post’s Eli Saslow, we learn of this bit offensive PC nonsense, from the Seattle Times: To avoid insulting native American heritage, the Seattle Times decided to limit severely the use of the term Redskins in the paper—even if a team with that name will dominate news coverage this week. The Times will not use the moniker in headlines or captions. Reporters can use it only once, as
January 14, 2006
Has it been three days?
Go. Do it. BECAUSE OF THE POTATO PANCAKES—AND THE GIRLS WHO WOULDN’T EVEN TOUCH YOU OVER THE CHINOS UNLESS YOU PROMISED TO TAKE THEM TO RED LOBSTER! The materialistic whores.
January 14, 2006
Yo, hophead. It’s Friday. Get that armor-plated bitch of yours onto the dance floor this instant—
—Yeah, well, good luck. The little bastard has been reading up on FISA exemptions and is convinced he’s found a perfectly legal way to wiretap his ex-girlfriends happy box—just so long as he routes the intel grab outside of the US by way of long-range carrier pigeons with GPS transponders duct taped to their knobskinny bird legs. In one sense, it’s kinda creepy: a lonesome and jealous armadillo sitting in